Days passed since the incident, and I seldom ate during this time, due to the difficulty of finding anything suitable to eat. Only just now have I watched them all fly across the skies, eyeing the occasional feather that descended toward the ground, carried by the brisk winds. While witnessing their flight I had truly realized what a curse it is to remain a land dweller. Perhaps I had taken my mastery over the skies for granted. I thought with malice of the vermin that had struck the blow upon my right wing, stripping me of my glorious flight. Gazing upon the damaged wing, the dried blood seemed to have taken an eerie shape, appearing to be much akin to the vermin itself. However, dwelling on it was the last thing I wanted to do.